214: I weep for you/I weep for...

I weep for you

I weep for

All of you

          my great family

I weep for all your pain

          and all your cages

I weep for what has been done to you by others

the rapes, the prejudice, poverty, the hunger,

the wounds and scars

For all the atrocities that others

have always been so capable of

I weep for what you have done to yourselves

          what we have done to us (ourselves)

for no one knows our weakness

and how best to damage us

than ourselves

We have slain our free thought

and offered it up to electronic boxes

We have sacrificed our identities

and given it over to advertising

We have manhandled, molested,

and murdered such a great manner of things

that I

          that no one – none of us – not all of us

could ever

in our collective lifetime

          speak

all of it

no, not even a significant fraction

And I weep

          I weep for all of it even though I

don’t know much of it

I add up all of my pain

               all of my damage

and I look at it, and I see I have

scarcely   been   touched

But still I weep

I look out and I weep

I weep for the people of every age

                    every color

          every creed

I weep for the cages we have put them in

I weep for the cages they have put themselves in

I weep for the People in the cages

          the Ideas in the cages

          the vast amount of pages

we have imprisoned

the pages some are so afraid might

escape into some waiting mind

I weep for the connections we have built cages to sever

          all the understanding we will never realize

          all the fears we have locked away

          all the truths we have locked away

          all the everything I can scarcely say

that we have locked away

and I weep at the cages

          that we have cages

          that we manufactured these cages

                     for others

          for ourselves

I weep for the thought that we (thought we) ever needed cages

I weep at it my great humanity

I weep at what we do

          and what we hardly realize we do

and I weep for you

I weep for you my great family

my warm and well meaning friends

O! Can we count the cells we have put ourselves in?

No, there is no math for it

but listen

Hear my voice:

I weep at it

I weep for you

I weep for us

Hear my voice

there is no sadness in it

My voice is a voice of joy

My voice is a voice of hope

and I will weep for you

and I will cry out against all the cages

But I’m alive and free

and I will remain

          alive and free

no matter where any one puts me

and

They can take my vocal chords

They can take my tongue

They can take my fingers

          and all of my toes

but they can not take my soul

so they can not take my voice

and so my voice

          must sing

                    my song

and my song

          will sing

                     with my voice

and it sounds like:

I’m Alive! I’m Alive!

I will never die!

I Am Free!

(of what I or You or They

do to me) so

I Am Free!

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